We've never seen this kinda thing before
It's clearly apparent he's been cured!
Call the doctor. Call the priest.
Call the girl who massages his feet.
An artist took the darkness out of his heart
And took it straight to the sea to depart.
She told him to defy it
Passing ghosts of wrecked ships
The sea floor at ungodly depths
Underwater volcanoes erupt
She brings him a bioluminescent fish
Kiss this and make a good wish
He smiles at her with laughter.
It's the present that matters.
Sand on the shell of Sam the Clam
He donated to the aquarium at the zoo
A record setter he found with his sister
It was in black & white in the newspaper
The bread truck pulled up along too
Loaded with bricks of green money
Blaring sonic Seattle Mud Honey
Simultaneously broadcasted in Morse Code
From NYC to Europe via Trans Atlantic Cable
The spectacled speaker speech is quite able
Causing the victims heads to literally unload
Speaker's glasses shrink as his nose grows
And a Potomac salamander shows a spine
Screaming the president he has no clothes
Standing straight up as her whistle blows.
Sand. Head. TV. Foreign airplanes. Red MG.
Written November 17 - 18, 2025
John Alan Conte' Jr.
MyStrawHat.com
